The appointed time was coming.

Xiang Zeyu stepped into the sea of thunder and gazed in the direction of the Central Continent with a faint smile, looking calm and composed.

He was fully prepared for this battle.

The Feather Clan needed an opportunity to rise, and they couldn't develop slowly. That was why he had chosen to fight this battle.

Even in the face of Mu Tianyang, who had been famous throughout the continent a thousand years ...